How does one survive this endless trail
Filled with broken dreams and empty promises?
Why do we suffer through life's cruel game
When we don't even know if we can win?
I believe the answer is the uncertainty
Curiosity may sometimes **** the cat
But in this situation it saves it
Because we know that this could be for nothing
But how could one risk giving up on something
That could be something special
As for what may come, we can never know
So we live to find out
If for nothing else
Then for the thrill of the mystery
Jun 11, 2018
Jun 11, 2018 at 8:34 PM UTC
How does one survive this endless trail
Filled with broken dreams and empty promises?
Why do we suffer through life's cruel game
When we don't even know if we can win?
I believe the answer is the uncertainty
Curiosity may sometimes **** the cat
But in this situation it saves it
Because we know that this could be for nothing
But how could one risk giving up on something
That could be something special
As for what may come, we can never know
So we live to find out
If for nothing else
Then for the thrill of the mystery
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